We heard all these rumors. Snow, they said. Inches, they said. In 49 states, all but Hawaii. But I was all, pshaw, it doesn’t snow in Atlanta. It flurries, maybe, and then the entire city shuts down because everyone is afraid to leave their ridiculously sloped driveways (I’m not kidding. I cannot walk up our driveway in heels. Not possible.) But, alas, shows were pre-empted to watch weather patterns, and schools were shut down, and karate was canceled.
And nary a flake was seen.
BUT THEN! I ran over to Blockbuster with the kids. Just in case we were snowed in. I know, who even goes to Blockbuster anymore. But, see, here’s the thing. The husband and I are big fans of streaming movies and downloading and even the occasional on demand little number. BUT, we have this dvd player in our car. That only plays, you know, actual dvds. The ones you buy. And the kids have gotten pretty darn sick of watching the same rotation in the car. There’s only so many times in a row they can watch Nacho Libre and still think it’s funny.
Who am I kidding. Nacho Libre is always funny.
anyway, we went to Blockbuster and loaded up on Strawberry Shortcake (Isabella’s choice), Shorts (Josh’s choice), and the Neverending Story (Ali’s-desire-to-make-her-children-relive-her-childhood’s choice) and while standing in line Josh’s pants fell down to the ground. Like around his ankles down. So, red-faced, we ran out of the store.
Into the start of the winter wonderland.
Oh yes. In two short hours it went from flurries…to THIS:
I mean, it was ridiculous. 3 whole inches of ridiculousness.
To be honest, I really don’t like snow. Well, I don’t like the snow in Toronto. The snow that comes down by the foot, not the inch. The snow that turns black and brown and slushy. The snow that makes your toes numb. The snow that never seems to end. The snow that forces me to wear mitts and a hat and two scarves and no matter what I do I cannot stay dry. The snow that gets everywhere. The snow I have to scrape off of my car. The snow that I have to shovel. The snow that scares me to drive in.Â The snow that makes me drive into giant snowbanks. The snow that gets in between the end of your jacket and the end of your mitten and totally burns the hell out of your wrist…oh, like you never…
Snow in the south RULES.
Snowmen in the south, on the other hand, FAIL.